The monsterly buffer lycians clawed their way at the shield of ice that was cracking under pressure from their strength. In the mean while, the ring of lyicans surrounding Zanther were closing in on him, having a plan in mind to attack their foe, a new tactic. Two charged the vampire from the front, another two from the flanks, which he fell for. Shortly after that group provided the others with this distraction, the rest that were behind Zanther's blind spot, came charging up from behind and sank their claws deep into the vampire's sides. Their organic weapons wripping through cloth to dead flesh. They knew there was danger in this, but no matter, it would hurt him for now more than them. A third lycian came from the side as Zanther reeled in pain, still standing through it all. The werewolf's eyes began to glow an eerie shade of bright silver and bared it's fangs.
As Ark was making his way over to the daywalker in need, the lycians that had their claws dug deeply into dead flesh, soon began to feel dazed and week for the vampire's poisonious skin was beginning to drain too much of their precious energy. The one baring the fangs leaned in and bit Zanther on the shoulder first, before leaving a deadly mark of final death upon the throat, fangs ripping through flesh and muscle tissue. The vampire cried out in pain, massive injuries making it increasingly difficult to gather the strength to fight back. Strength was fading rapidly as the lycian injected it's 'venom' into his blood stream and the others' claws opening fresh wounds, leaking his previous medical meal. His veins felt as if they were on fire as the venom worked through his system, rendering him slowly. After a few seconds, the lycian was through injecting, and sampled a bit of the daywalker's blood. Savoring the flavor in it's pallet, enjoying the divine taste of daywalker's blood, no less the son of Dracula. In a disgusting manner, the lycian liked it's lips after consuming enough of this new addiction to vampire's blood.
Zanther was losing consciousness rapidly and was a bit out of it, so he could barely tell it was Ark who saved him, for all he could feel was the pain, a new breed of darkness, and feel the gentle breeze as it brushed his open wounds, providing an unplesant prickling sensation before falling into a deep sleep next to Ark.
Ark who had colapsed from energy loss, heard a faint voice, a familiar voice, it spoke but the words were not making sense, the voice calmed him, then he heard it say, "you four have proven yourself worthy", Ark reconised the voice, it was one of the unknown clan's voice, it was sweet and gentle, and made Ark feel like he was at peace, then the voice said, [i]"your wish has come"[/].
The Lycans has regrouped and surrounded Ark and Zanther, they had conered Alyssa and Tal, they drew closer, the end was near fpr the four, a bright light came and engulfed the whole area, Lycan screams could be heard, trees caught on fire, the ground crumbled, then silence, and the light faded, all that was left was a smoldering crater, full of Lycan bodies...
Ugh, to join the Sin Harvest I have to post quick and quickly get to the point. So dont say im unoriginal in this post plz.
Vash was walking in the forest looking aruond for the group. Vash flew up and sensed their presence... He dissapeared and Appeared next to Zack. Vash looked at the dead Lycans all around...
"Wow, you got alot of fun here without me..." commented Vash loooking at the dead bodies.